The scorching tornadoes seemed to be able to ignite everything on their way. It was a pity that there was nothing but fire and magma in this place. There was nothing normal at all.
Due to the different positions and different temperatures, the sunlight that shone down from an unknown place had different degrees of refraction, causing the air to ripple with an illusory haze.
The Primeval Firelord stayed at the center of the Seething Ocean and wandered back and forth anxiously. Its heart was filled with the desire for destruction, slaughter, and burning all the time. It desperately wanted an enemy to show up in front of it so that it could vent its feelings.
The special demons under its command, such as the Lord of Fire, the Elder of Fire Elements, and the Giant Fire Elements, had long stayed away from it, fearing that they might be killed by it!
If it were any other time, the Primeval Firelord, with its fiery personality, would've summoned its army of demons and launched a new round of attacks at its nemesis, the Snow Lady, in order to ease its fury.
The Snow Lady was the Lord of the Aurora Plain, the 328th floor of the abyss. She was also a level-three 'Demon Lord'. Because of the conflicts of their strengths, she and the Primeval Firelord were mortal enemies. They often fought each other, trying to destroy each other. In the endless abyss, except for the hidden Chaotic Cosmos and a few special planes, the other floors could be connected to each other without any hindrance.
"If Gonheim hadn't asked me to stay here and stop the goddamn sorcerer, I would've destroyed the cold monster!" The Primeval Firelord was holding a longsword made of fire. Every time it waved, terrifying tides of magma and storms of fire would be raised.
It felt that its patience had reached the limit, although it had never been patient. So, it looked at the Lords of Fire who were hiding far away with its eyes that looked like two suns. "Why do you dare not approach me?"
"Because we fear and respect you!" The thirteen Lords of Fire around immediately felt that something was wrong and replied at the same time.
The Primeval Firelord was rather satisfied with such an answer, but it burst into fury again very soon. "You're answering me from such a distance because you're scared of me, hate me, and want to betray me!"
The Lords of the Flames were so scared that the flames around their bodies trembled. It was a tragedy to encounter such an unreasonable, capricious and irascible Monarch. Of course, in the Endless Abyss, such Monarchs were common. Demon Monarchs like the "Demogorgon of Darkness" and the "Monarch of Death" (Lord of Undead Creatures) who would not casually destroy their subordinates were very rare.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the fire elementals in the air froze into red ice cubes and fell into the lava.
The surface of the boiling ocean that was constantly bubbling seemed to be frozen in time, like a vivid and detailed picture. Even the half-broken bubbles were crystal clear.
At the entrance of this level of the Abyss, a terrifying snowstorm was raging. Large amounts of strange snowflakes mixed with ice crystals were drifting nonstop. In the vast expanse of whiteness of the snowstorm, a woman's face vaguely appeared. Her facial features were well-defined and delicate, but there was not the slightest hint of vitality. It was like a sculpture completed by a human artist, beautiful but lifeless.
"Roar! You actually came here to throw your life away! " The Lord of Fire was both infuriated and excited to see such a situation. He had managed to hold back his urge and did not attack her, but she was bold enough to attack the Seething Ocean! However, in such a case, there would be a target for his fury to be vented!
The expert who raised the snowstorm was exactly the master of the Aurora Plateau, the Demon Monarch, the Snow Lady!
The Primeval Firelord raised the enormous fiery longsword. Smoke spurted out of his nose, and the wings made of flames on his back flapped violently.
Boom!
The entire ocean of lava was boiling, as if volcanoes were erupting at the bottom of the ocean. The surface of the ocean was shaking, and pillars of fire rose to the sky. The temperature soared rapidly, melting the ice and snow. The snowstorm was dyed in the color of fire.
Such a change in the demiplane alone was enough to vaporize any sorcerer or Knight below legendary.
Welcomed by the pillars of fire, the Primeval Firelord flew to the Snow Lady and waved his sword abruptly.
The enormous fiery longsword, with the heat and unimaginable strength that could burn everything, broke the mist caused by the low temperature and the spreading snowflakes and ice.
At this moment, the female face opened her mouth and uttered the chaotic language of demons. A blue ray was shot out unhurriedly and hit the fiery longsword precisely.
The fire that was burning furiously on the longsword suddenly turned blue and died out.
The snowstorm spread out again. The demons of the Aurora Plateau such as the Lord of Ice, the Frost Giants, and the Snow Elves (who were not elves) fought the demons of the Seething Ocean such as the Lord of Fire and the Elder of Fire Elements.
In Frozen Fortress, Gonheim, the Demogorgon of Darkness, who was paying attention to the Seething Ocean, tapped the armrest with his right index finger, "I thought that by restraining the Flame Devil, I could prevent them from fighting again and let him stall Lucien. Evans, I didn't expect that the Snow Lady would attack actively … Who instigated her? "
In the past many years, the battles between ice and fire were mostly instigated by the Primeval Firelord. Because of the influence of her own strength on her personality, the Snow Lady only attacked actively dozens of times. Therefore, the Demogorgon of Darkness did not foresee that at the beginning. Even if it had foreseen it, there was nothing it could do, because the Snow Lady was also an enemy to it in the Frozen Fortress. It was impossible for her to listen to its command.
Although Gonheim had advanced into the peak of legendary and become the Prince of Demons, he did not have overwhelming advantages against the level-three legendary Demon Lords. Less than half of them were willing to listen to his command, and they could betray him at any moment. In the home field of those Demon Lords, they were close to the peak of legendary and could protect themselves.
"Is it Lucien? Evans? He delayed for a while because he was making preparations? " Gonheim smelled the air of a scheme. In the meantime, he made up his mind that he had to rule all the Demon Lords with wisdom and strength as soon as possible so that he would have enough foundation to pry into the level of demigods.
The boiling ocean was now frozen and now burning. In the fierce battle, the Snow Lady was gradually suppressed by the Lord of Fire. After all, this was the abyssal plane that belonged to him. It was his home field!
Right then, the blizzard dispersed and turned into cold wind mixed with silence, blowing at the Primeval Firelord nonstop.
The wind this time carried the unimaginable air of death in the extreme coldness. All the flames that were blown by it died out as if their vitality had run out. Even the Primeval Firelord, a natural-born fire spirit, couldn't help but shudder. It seemed to be a peaceful wind from the depths of the soul!
As a result, its movements became a little slower, and the boiling ocean seemed to have fallen into an eternal silence!
"Not Lucien? Evans! It's the Ice Duke! It's the power of the Silent Hell! " The Demogorgon of Darkness, whose index finger was tapping casually, was frozen. Narrowing its eyes, it asked, "What can it possibly gain by getting involved?"
The eternal silence and coldness confused it. It did not foresee that the Ice Duke would intervene in the matter at all. Although it was only level two of legendary, the Snow Lady, which had melted with the power of the Silent Hell, had slightly improved the essence of its power and made it quite terrifying.
The Primeval Firelord roared. The blue and white flames around turned orange, like the lamps in a human city, warm but not scorching!
Such warm flames quickly drove away the silence and coldness of death!
Suddenly, in the blizzard that the Snow Lady had transformed into, countless Snow Elves began to sing, breaking all the silence and covering up a deep voice!
"Not good! Not the Ice Duke, but Lucien? Evans! " The Demogorgon of Darkness stood up immediately. Had it not been for its suspicions, it wouldn't have noticed the anomaly at all.
The deep voice was obviously Lucien's? It was Evans's!
A translucent pillar of light shot out of the blizzard. It was in a very subtle state and seemed to be able to transform everything into a similar state of energy.
The Firelord had just driven away the coldness of death with warm flames and had no time to change the temperature before it was hit by the pillar of light.
"Lucien? The spell that Evans chanted is … "The Demogorgon of Darkness identified Lucien's magic spell carefully.
Suddenly, its pupils constricted violently.
"The Snow Goddess's Forgiveness?"
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